The weight on my shoulder was heavy as it dragged me to the ground,
The strength in my heart was weaning,
As the peace in my life were hounded by my distant and owns,
I could feel life slowly drained from inside out,
The altas inside me knew, the atlas inside me was smart,
What if the weight upon the bleeding shoulders couldn't hold no more,
What if i chose to give it all up to vain
One silly mistake and the life around would crumble
Like a house of cards built passionately over the long years
With the heaviness on my back, i see the image of the man,
Yet I see the image of a boy, with sore heart and pale soul,
And as i try to feel the pain it bears,
I only hear silent cries and see those dried tears.
And a fight to win and get the life back whole.
It wants to shrug the tender shoulder of mine,
With no grudge upon the world, wants to give it all up in time,
But the motor would stop, and the life around would go numb,
How could the selfless heart welcome a loss?
Decides to not let go despite the lump in the throat.
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